19 July 2012
Olympics round the corner And I'm a finalist 100 metre sprint A race not to be missed!
Watch me as I limber up On the starting line Tucked into a skintight suit Looking mighty fine!
Kneeling down, the starter gun Fires in the air Off I launch, pumping arms I run and show my flair
It soon becomes quite clear that I am flagging far behind The rest; a pack that's far ahead Of me, I'm running blind
Then suddenly an elephant From the sky does fall It lands on top of those runners Squashes and kills them all
And here I am crossing the line The winner, so I'm told A tragic end for them maybe But at least I won the gold!
Please note: no elephants were harmed in the writing of this poem.
All rights reserved. Nom 19th July 2012.
Going For Gold • Opuss № I